The Path Toward Heaven

The black is unobtrusive, especially in the mist.

This black car is very easy to notice, because it is different from the cars that have been abandoned for many years on the street, it looks very new, and it seems to receive excellent daily protection.

The girl who got out of the black car was also very new—whether it was the floral dress or the umbrella in her hand.

Even she herself looks like she just left the factory, exuding a fresh and strange breath.

This site is isolated under the crust of the plateau, and it is relatively well preserved. Of course, it has been restored for many years. These vehicles are all newly made.

The girl's voice was very calm, without any emotional fluctuations, like an umbrella in her hand, motionless in the breeze.

umbrella, covering her face.

Jing Jiu's eyes fell on her feet, and he found that she was wearing a pair of very ordinary black leather shoes, with fluffy socks piled up around her ankles, looking very cute.

The wind got stronger and the fog was blown away. It turned out that there was a river not far in front of the street.

Holding an umbrella, the girl walked onto the bridge and crossed the river.

Jing Jiu followed behind her.

After getting off the bridge, the fog in the city gradually thickened, covering the lifeless buildings, and the mountain scenery ahead became much clearer.

There is a courtyard in the mountains, with black eaves and white walls, flowers and trees in between, and residual snow, which is somewhat similar to the landscape garden outside Yunji Town.

There is a hot spring deep in the courtyard, exuding a faint hot mist, and there is a square table beside the water, with a chair on each side of the table.

The girl walked to the hot spring, sat on a chair, put away the umbrella in her hand, and put it on the ground.

The floral skirt was very thin, it looked like some kind of bathrobe, it floated like a wind and fell like a cloud.

The floral flowers on the skirt are sunflowers, reminding Jing Jiu of the oil painting in the Star Gate Art Museum.

He sat down on another chair and looked across.

The girl's black hair was smooth and neatly cut, covering her eyebrows like a curtain. When it was gently blown by the wind, it looked like a piece of watermelon rind.

Her eyebrows are very thin, as if drawn, her nose is very small, and her lips are very red, like cherries.

Her face was very white and smooth, like a freshly peeled egg, or more precisely, like perfect white porcelain, without any blemishes.

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Shen Yunbu once commented that Jing Jiu was like a porcelain doll in the military building.

This girl is really like that.

Picturesque eyebrows and eyes do not mean beauty, because not all pictures are beautiful.

Perfect skin doesn't necessarily equate to beauty either, because that can be false.

There was no life in that snow-white face, nor was there any life in those two thin eyebrows and cherry-like red lips.

Seeing this face, Jing Jiu thought of the young officer on the Lieyang battleship.

The girl took out two small porcelain bottles and two translucent small wine cups from the hot spring, put them on the low table, and began to pour the wine.

The picture of a jade hand protruding from the sleeve is very beautiful.

The movements of picking up the glass and pouring wine with fingers are very natural.

The amber spirit is soaked in hot springs and is no longer pungent.

All the details reveal a natural and moving atmosphere.

Jing Jiu felt that these movements and details were too natural and deliberate.

He knew that the girl sitting in front of him at this time was not a real human being, nor was she her real body.

To be more precise, the person who is going to talk to him today is not here, but should be somewhere else, maybe even on another planet.

It might be very uncomfortable for an ordinary person, but he is very used to this kind of dialogue.

Back then in Xueyuan, there was no essential difference between his long-distance spiritual communication with Xue Ji and the situation today.

The beginning of any conversation requires the identification of the other party's identity.

Jing Jiu was very sure that the other party must have read the novel he wrote, but he still gave his name.

The girl said softly, Fly.

Jing Jiu didn't know how to respond to this name.

The girl asked, What do you want to ask?

Many people thought that if Jing Jiu wanted to be recognized by the girl and become the new god, he would have to accept her inspection, but this was not the case.

The person in charge of asking questions was not the girl, but him.

He started with a question.

Where is the standard time?

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On the piece of paper in the underground apartment, he wrote some words.

Later at Stargate University, he added two more words on the paper.

Among those words are: year, month, standard day.

And something else.

Human beings now have many planets, and the revolution time and rotation time of each planet are different, so they naturally have their own time patterns.

But the Starship Alliance has a set of standard patterns when it comes to dating and space travel.

Jing Jiu has confirmed many times that none of the astronomical rules of a human-inhabited planet meets this set of standards.

The girl's voice showed no emotion, and she didn't seem surprised to hear this question.

The ancient civilization originated from a planet, and standard time is the rule there.

Hearing this answer, Jing Jiu was not surprised, and continued to ask, Yue?

The girl said, That planet has a companion star.

Jing Jiu continued to ask, I have seen the words Tiangou eclipse the moon or eclipse the sun in some classics, and I have seen them there too.

The girl said, Just like what you saw in your place.

Jing Jiu looked at the hot fog above the hot spring, and his gaze penetrated, as if he wanted to see the huge snowball outside the gravitational field, the sky outside the snowball, the universe outside the sky, and the universe beyond.

Where are we? he asked.

The girl picked up the small wine cup with two fingers, took a sip from her cherry-like lips, and said softly: The gods can't create the world, at most they can only discover some new worlds.

Jing Jiu looked away, looked at her snow-white face and said, You don't want to give me an accurate answer?

Everyone who comes out of you will ask me these questions. You are not special, you are not particularly smart, and you are no different from them.

The girl said: Then why do you get special treatment from me?

Jing Jiu stretched his feet into the hot spring.

At this moment, he does such actions, naturally not to show that he still has leisure time and ambitions, there must be deep meaning.

As for the specific meaning, it is temporarily unknown, and no one asked at this time, after all, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing have not ascended yet.

The girl's eyes fell on the hot spring, she looked at his feet and asked, Do you feel it?

Jing Jiu didn't look back, but asked instead, Do you feel like drinking?

The girl said: This body has enough sensory cells, and it feels richer than humans.

Jing Jiu said, I haven't.

The girl said: It's a bit miserable.

Jing Jiu said, The magma bath is good.

The girl thought for a while and said, It makes sense.

Jing Jiu turned around, looked her in the eyes and said, Look, I am different from those ascenders after all.

The corners of the girl's lips were raised at an extremely slow speed, revealing a somewhat weird smile, and said, You want to convince me that you are the same as me?